I'm well aware that this post is a few days late. On Halloween, which they don't actually celebrate in Romania, Ali and I decided we wanted to dress up anyway and go to Vlad the Impaler's birthplace-which is now a restaurant. We got just one other girl in our group to agree to go with us, although I'm pretty sure Ali and I would have gone by ourselves if no one else wanted to go with us. We didn't know what we should dress up as, since we didn't exactly pack costumes. We talked to our host sister about it and she suggested going as gypsies-she even let us borrow a couple of Mama C's skirts to put together the outfit. So Ali and I dressed up as gypsies and Amanda dressed up as a soccer player. We definitely got a few strange looks walking down main st. We went to Dracula's restaurant and it turns out that apparently a bunch of people decided to come into town for Halloween and eat there- so we didn't get to eat there that night-we did take a couple pictures in there. We also went to two of the American households we know in Sighisoara to go 'trick-or-treating' and they actually had American candy to give us, and that's really all that matters.
This is us at the Nazarene pastor's house-we didn't actually think she'd give us candy, but we weren't complaining.
Ali wanted to go to a graveyard-thankfully they are closed after dark. Then she got the brilliant idea to jump into one of the many holes that have been dug all over town. Still have no idea how deep that hole actually was-but what kind of a room mate would I be if I made her jump in a hole by herself?
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I'm assuming you didn't take my advice to create a make-shift jack-o-lantern out of a random fruit or vegetable.
Sorry, no I didn't. Don't you think it's enough that I got dressed up and went trick-or-treating in a country that doesn't celebrate Halloween?
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